Chapter 5: Jan Nowosielski
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Khloe's P.O.V.
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Well, that Dupek was right. I was stuck in that truck for quite a while. Long enough to sober me up, and really let me feel the gravity of this situation.
I'm being kidnapped. I was kidnapped. I'm kidnapped.
What the fu.ck.
Why? Who are these people?
That man kept asking for Ava. Does she owe them money or something? Did she rob them? Oh my god, did she sell me to them somehow?
Well, I certainly hope that they don't expect me to sit and take whatever they're about to do. They overestimate my willingness to live. I'll get killed for my big mouth, I don't care.
The car suddenly came to a stop. I waited to see if we were going to stay stopped, or if we were at a light. After a minute, the trunk opened.
I started kicking immediately.
At some point during the ride, I moved my body. I even managed to shuffle out of the ties around my ankles. The moment someone opened the trunk they were getting a face full of feet. And they sure fu.cking did.
I felt my feet connect with someone's face. I heard the loud grunt of a man. Then I kept on kicking. I flailed about, and knew I had made more contact, with hopefully more than one person.
"Alright enough with that, myszko." The first man told me.
"Alright, enough with kidnapping me dupek." I spat back.
I heard the man chuckle.
"So, you know some Polish. Wonderful." He said with his thick accent. "Are you fluent?"
"Untie me and I'll tell you." I said.
He chuckled again.
"No chance, myszko-"
"What part of what you've seen with me makes you think I'm a fu.cking mouse?" I bit out.
Someone managed to capture my legs. I can feel that he pinned each of them around him. Which meant that he was right between my legs.
"Hmm, ma ladne nogi. Bardzo ladny." He said amused.
(Hmm, she's got nice legs. Very pretty)
What the hell did he just say?
"Let go of me!" I shouted as I started to move.
"Stop wiggling, or he's going to carry you all the way to the boss like that. You'll have to hold onto him tight. And Kacper would realllly like that, myszko." The original man said.
"You're just my type, ya know," a man, who I think might be Kacper, said.
His accent is much thicker than the first guy's. Although, his voice is just as se.xy.
Leave it to me to think my captors are se.xy.
"Okay, I'll stop moving." I grumbled.
"Good." The first guy replied cheerfully. "Szymon, take her."
The man between my legs dropped me. I tried to squirm back. The next thing I knew, someone had grabbed my arm. I was pulled to my feet and tossed over someone's shoulders.
"Nice to see you again, Szymon." I muttered. "At least, I assume this is the same man who carried me like a sack of potatoes before."
The man chuckled, but that was the only response I got.
"Ya know, I could just walk." I suggested loudly.
"You could also just tell us where Ava is." The first man replied. "We assumed she would have been at her mother's funeral."
"You're telling me," I muttered. "I have no idea where Ava is, and even if I did, there's no way I would tell you anyway."
"You would be so loyal to someone who got you kidnapped?" Kacper asked, amused.
"First of all, you kidnapped me. You people did. Not Ava." I said. "Secondly, Ava might be a pain in my a,ss, but no way that I'm selling my sister out to anyone."
"Sister?" The first man asked. "You are Celia?"
"What? No. I'm Khloe, Ava's other sister." I said.
"Other sister?" I heard Kacper ask.
"Let's just take her to the boss." The first man replied.
All small talk had stopped as I was being carried. I heard a few doors open, and with the change of sounds.. I think that I'm in a very large house.
After a few more minutes, I was dropped onto the floor.
"Ow." I groaned. "Szymon, you are so lucky I enjoy a little pain."
I heard a low chuckle in the room.
"I always knew little Ava would grow up to be amusing." A new man said.
The sack was pulled from my head. There was an old man standing in front of me. He has long gray hair tied in a low ponytail. His deep brown eyes twinkled as he stared back at me with an expression full of love. He looks so.. familiar.
We're in a very large room that looks like an office. Dark hardwood floors that match the desk and tables. A long navy blue couch across from two matching chairs. And several large men standing around in simple black suits.
"Ava, welcome." He said happily.
"Uh no." I said.
"No?" The man asked.
"I am not Ava," I stated.
The man looked up at the men behind me.
"Don't look at them. Look at me." I stated.
The old man looked down at me with a raised brow.
"Mowi, ze ma na imie Khloei ze jest siostra Ava's." The first man replied.
(She says her name is Khloe, and that she's Ava's sister.)
What's he saying? I heard mine and Ava's names.
"Ahh." The old man said as he stared at me. "Khloe.. I've never heard of you. I thought Julia had three children, two girls and a boy."
I rolled my eyes.
"That must be something you get a lot," he commented.
I glared at him.
"Guess you could say that I'm the black sheep of the family," I said.
"Black sheep? It seems more to me like you aren't part of the family at all. I've never heard of you," he said.
I shrugged.
"You should probably just let me go then," I said casually.
The old man chuckled. He grabbed a knife from his desk, and walked over to me. I stiffened, but I didn't move.
The old man moved behind me, and cut the rope that was tying my wrists together. He set the knife back on his desk as I rubbed my wrists. Then he grabbed my hands softly, and helped me to my feet.
What's happening?
"I've heard that Ava has a drug problem. Is that true?" He asked casually.
I nodded.
"Yeah, I haven't seen or talked to her in months." I told him.
"Does she not know about Julia?" He asked.
For some reason, I really like that he didn't refer to Julia as my mother.
"I have no idea." I said. "Are you going to blame me for that?" I asked.
"Why would I blame you for something like that?" He asked.
I stared into his familiar brown eyes.
"You seem like you knew my mother. Everyone who knew her blames me." I replied.
The old man smiled at me. It was at that moment that I realized why he seemed so familiar to me.
"You look like my Jaja." I blurted.
The old man beamed at me.
"Joseph was my little brother. He spoke highly of all of his grandchildren. Although, I vaguely remember hearing about a Khloe," he said.
A small piece of my heart broke when I heard those words. Jaja was the only person in my life that ever made me feel special. He was my favorite person in the entire world. The only person who treated me like a normal little girl.
Jaja died when I was only seven years old. I was devastated. I felt like all the light was stripped from my world. And he didn't even tell his brother about me.
"Guess I wasn't that special," I mumbled.
"You seem used to that," the old man said.
I shrugged.
"Joseph and I didn't get to spend much time together after he moved to the states. I was always too busy, don't think too much into it," he said.
"Sure." I said.
"Anyway, I am Jan, your great uncle." He introduced himself.
"Cool." I replied flatly. "Can I go now?" I asked.
Jan chuckled.
"I like you, you have balls. That's exactly what I need here," he said.
I raised a brow at him.
"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked.
Jan walked around his desk, and sat down. He inspected me for a moment. I stared at him with hard eyes the whole time.
"I was originally looking for Ava because she is the oldest, but not too old, and closest blood relative of mine. I didn't even know about you. I also do not have my own kids," he explained.
"Okay. What did you want Ava for exactly?" I asked.
Jan pulled a file out of a drawer of his desk. He tossed it on top of his desk towards me. Then he sat back waiting for me to take it.
I picked up the file, and opened it up. I read over the first few lines. A frown formed on my face.
"You.. wanted to hire her?" I asked, confused.
"I'm going to be honest with you Khloe." Jan said. "I'm getting old. I can no longer do this job as well anymore. I need an heir. Someone of blood to take over the family business." He told me.
"And what is the family business?" I asked.
Jan smirked.
"Again, I'll be honest. I own several hotels in Poland. All across the country, and some other businesses. It's all a front. We really run many other things. I have my hand in several areas of our country, and even some in this country." He said.
"Like.. a mafia?" I asked.
Jan beamed.
"That's correct," he said. "And I want you to take over for me."
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